After the thrilling and secretive annual meeting in 2010, major players in the industry gradually returned to normal. Compared with the calm on the ground, undercurrents are surging underground, and a large number of arrogant young people who look down on the world begin to plan an elaborate power-seizing conference. In an instant, the world is full of feasting, fighting, assassinations, and heart-attacking schemes.
When the bell of the 2011 annual meeting rang, the young people who came to the forefront stood under the spotlight and challenged the limits of these elites step by step...
Time passes bit by bit, just like their changes. The passing years will always disappear into a peaceful sea, and fresh life will rush in from the source.
The coldness and blood of the annual meeting soaked into the deepest part of everyone's soul, eroding our remaining sanity. The blood-red setting sun completely defeated us and then we sat and watched a wonderful massacre. The first moment when the sea hit the shore and washed us away, it would choose to swallow some people and float some people, people who had been sleeping in the depths of the sea for thousands of years. They woke up in the afternoon of the storm, and in their eyes was a bright sun that had not been seen for thousands of years.
The bloody sea breeze washed away the cold clothes next to his hands.